The View's second album seems to be ambitiously, if rather cynically, trying to splice together two of the most influential bands of modern times: Oasis and the Libertines. Producer Owen Morris, who also worked on Definitely Maybe, has replicated that album's wind-tunnel drums and walls of Status Quo guitars, not the skyscraping anthems and killer choruses. The Pete Doherty influence is more pernicious. Oasis's early songs plotted escape from their Burnage roots, the View seem to revel, Doherty-like, in Dundee squalor. Characters rot in jail cells or get "high as kites", while a loved one "turns into a junkie". The arid atmosphere is not helped by the cringeworthy title. Some half-decent anthems and a sweet little love song are shifted further towards the bin by Kyle Falconer's singing, which sounds as though he has forgotten to put his teeth in. By the end of it, you may need a long bath.